Oh, Hey Fellow Hunter! Take This With You, Its Dangerous Out There.

6:13 a/n: more pathetic loser nerd boyfriend Caleb and bratty reader. mdni.

Caleb. Caleb crying, cheeks all rosy and he's so pathetic in how he wants you. And Caleb wouldn't normally stoop to this level, but you've been so mean lately and he can't find it in himself to be mean back! Not to you!

And lately, he's been needing to put bandaids on his nipples cause they're just so damn sensitive from all your teasing- it hurts to even put a shirt on cause when it grazes against the fabric it stings. Pinching, rolling- hell, your teeth tugging at them when you got your mouth on him. And really, it's his fault for indulging in your whims every time you wanted to mess with him. Really!

Because every single time you gave him that look, or touched him like that, he sighed, in defeat, and let you do as you wish. Snaking your hands up his shirt, maybe pulling it up... whatever way it took for you to get access, you would do it. And you...you're impatient. If the damn shirt doesn't come off, you would just rip it off- if you could. Sometimes you'd have to settle for messing with him with his clothes on.

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His glasses are gone, he's already panting, and you've barely played with him. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" You emphasize that last "g" with a hard tug on one of his nipples, and he nearly whines. You kiss his cheek, adoringly before pushing his formerly puffy now perked-up nipples inwards. His ears are burning, his cheeks are on fire, and he's 99% sure- no, 100% sure that you wore that stupid shirt on purpose, no bra in sight. He can see right down your tits, and somehow down the valley of your stomach. And worst of all, he can see you pushing your thighs together. You were just as bad as him. You were just better at hiding it.

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He just can't help it, shivering in a perverted delight as he digs under your bathroom sink for the bandaids again. This time, they were a cute Hello Kitty pattern. Fitting. The pink matched his nipples.

Caleb offering to do your laundry because he’s such a caring big brother. Wondering how many pairs of panties he can steal before you’ll notice. Desperately whining for forgiveness as he stains the lacy fabric with his cum.

It doesn’t help when he sees you wearing that same pair the next day.

Need to smoke weed with big brother Caleb 😚

Caleb having so much surveillance on mc is so hot.. need that in my life

Tomorrow's Heart Catch-22 - Ex-Enforcer Hermit ver. (5/5)

Gosh, that was the last stage, and that's where the special event came to an end! Thanks to everyone who enjoyed this series, even though it was too much work, but it was fun ♥️

Incredibly hard over Xavier with a mommy kink oml

I’m so scared rn

UGH THE BOYS ALL TIED UP I NEED THEM

Could you write something with brat tamer zayne and sylus please? 🥹

Brat Tamer: Zayne & Sylus

Warnings: Smut, spanking, punishment, mention of small wound, collar and leash.

Zayne~

“Did I say you could look at me?” Oh. Y/n KNOWS she’s in trouble. As if being bent over Zayne’s lap, his white lab coat still over his shoulders and his large hand punishing her cheeks wasn’t enough of a clue.

She just wanted to give him those big and wide puppy eyes. But even that was beyond how much she acted up today.

It had all started with simply refusing to eat the nutritious breakfast he cooked for her. His hours with her were already short, but she decided to just have a piece of toast, because she was busy. Even though he said he could pack it up for her.

Okay, fine. He could let that slide.

But then it came time for his break. The two always met up at the Akso Hospital garden. But she had sent him a quick text right as he found a comfortable bench.

“Sorry. Can’t make it. Xavier asked me to spar with him. See you at home!” She ended it with a cute little snowman emoji.

Okay, fine. Having good connections with coworkers was important.

The last straw came in the form of her refusing to talk to him after her hard work day. She had clammed up, and would turn her head aside at dinner whenever he questioned her.

“No. Use your words, Y/n. I am not doing this with you.” Uh oh. Y/n knew that tone of voice.

But still she insisted on keeping her mouth sealed.

“It’s nothing, alright? Just drop it.” That did it. Zayne dropped his fork onto his plate, standing up as he carefully wiped his mouth with his napkin.

“Bedroom. Now.”

And the rest was history. Her poor little ass cheeks were a rosy red. Zayne had his fingers hooked in her waist band of her panties to pull them flush between her cheeks so the outline of her drooling lips were visible

Every 3 spanks was then accompanied by his fingers sliding over the outline of her clit through the soaked fabric. Y/n was sniffling and sobbing, squirming from the overstimulation. Zayne’s face was expressionless when she started to beg.

“Z-Zayne!”

“Wrong.” He pinched her swollen pearl between his index and thumb.

“D-Dr. Zayne!” She corrected herself immediately. “I’m gonna cum Gonnacumgonnacum!”

“No.” He pulled his hand away completely and released her soaked underwear. The fabric clung to her sticky folds and she actually cried as the heat in her stomach raged on. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

The kiss to the back of her head was nearly ice cold.

Oh she couldn’t hate but to love him.

Sylus~

Sylus was a man that always had a schedule. A strict schedule.

Most of that schedule including Y/n. His sweet Kitten who could do no wrong in his eyes-

“Present.” He nearly purred to the woman at his feet on the plush, faux bear rug. The pretty red collar around her neck jingled as she crawled with her back to him, breast against the rug and ass arched deliciously so.

Sylus hummed, taking a sip from his wine cup. “Already wet? Are you wet because you disobeyed me? Or maybe because you enjoy putting your life in danger?”

It was neither of those, not really.

Sylus would have taken the bullet if she didn’t intervene. The target was a lot more slippery than Y/n anticipated.

Sylus stared down at her bandage wrapped arm and his heart throbbed. He’d carried her to his car and stayed silent, aside from his one hand pressing on her bicep to keep the wound from gushing blood.

But now she was at his home, his domain. He stood silently from his seat and kneeled down next to her.

She was stripped naked aside from the collar and chain. He grabbed the leather handle and-

“Bad kitten.” The handle came down right across her aching cunt. She gasped out loud, body lurching forward. But Sylus hooked two fingers in her collar to keep her still.

“No. You are going to learn to follow my orders. Ass up, Kitten. Let me see how disgusting you are.”

Y/n lost count of how many swats her pretty pussy took but all she knew was the bear rug was ruined by her dripping juices.

“Clean it up. Mouth only. Then I’m cleaning that wound and we are going to bed.”

Maybe she should’ve let him take the stupid bullet.

Literally why I can’t stand his ass

saw someone say that english raf sounds like 💅 pinocchio and now that gonna haunt me all day